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10-16-2016, 02:55 PM
There was always more, more and more and more, pouring from the lungs of yesteryear and the souls of tomorrow. The boy wondered, quiet and silent, vigilant and hushed, how many times the same bearings had been repeated, if anyone truly learned from history, if mistakes were made in the same convolution, doomed by revolution and cycles. What would Sjal learn from her mother’s errors and glories? What would he, the blue prince, learn from his own sire’s flaws, imperfections, fumbling, and triumphs? And would it be enough to safe them from a lifetime of ineptitude, trying to scale the same grew heights as their forefathers, yearning to reach, to touch, thrones and realms just as they had, and stumbling even further, falling even harder? Would they be overshadowed by the myths of their ancestors and be utterly incapable of reaching beyond those veils, those shrouds, those cloaks and daggers? Or would they strive for something else, something greater, something grander, something beyond the scope of their heritage, better, wiser, and stronger? He didn’t know what Sjal wanted. The youth was only acutely aware of what he sought – some days it was simple, other days it was so shrouded in dissolution and improbability that he sneered and growled at his constant flux of faults, limitations, and inadequacies. Erebos was a determined soul, born from the mountains, from rain, from death, and knew strength, fortitude, and might came from within, from striving, from trying, from believing, but there were hours where everything seemed impossible at best.
But he never gave in, because his father had showed him greatness could be achieved despite weaknesses and shortcomings, because the summits were always resolute and he should be too – because amidst this earth were a thousand beasts who could plague, who could destroy, but only if you allowed it to happen.
They were better than that.
But he never gave in, because his father had showed him greatness could be achieved despite weaknesses and shortcomings, because the summits were always resolute and he should be too – because amidst this earth were a thousand beasts who could plague, who could destroy, but only if you allowed it to happen.
They were better than that.
Erebos
i have nothing, but then the have is not as good as the want
